What Lurks Within

TITLE: What Lurks Within

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lana

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, but I couldn't tell you what season or episodes

UNIVERSE: What if... Lana's encounter with the Nicodemus Flower and Clark's first exposure to Red Kryptonite happened to co-inside? What could the meeting at the pool have been like?

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - Deton8@mweb.co.za


Wednesday, late morning, Smallville High, The Torch office

Clark hit print and sat back as his articles and editorial for that weeks Torch spilled from the printer. It was good to be ahead of schedule for once. He had been surprised to find the office empty, but guessed Chloe would be along shortly. He looked up as the door opened, but it was Pete instead. "Hey there, Clark. Catch." his friend greeted him and threw something small and shiny towards Clark who caught it deftly. Clark had this weird feeling that time sort of stood still or sort of shifted somehow for a second, but he didn't pay it much mind as his attention was drawn to the ring he now held between two of his fingers. "What's this?" he asked. "It's a sample of our class rings." Pete answered. Clark made to toss the ring back to Pete, but his friend held up a hand to stop him. "Keep it. Give it to Chloe when you see her. She needs it to take a photo for the Torch. Where is our illustrious leader anyway?" he asked after explaining. "I don't actually know." he answered a little distracted as his gaze was attracted to the bright red stone set in the ring. "Well, I'm off to Metropolis with my mom, so I won't see you until tomorrow. "Pete said heading for the door. "Okay. Enjoy and I'll see that Chloe gets this." he said holding up the ring. "Cool. Catch you on the flipside." Pete waved as he left the room.

Clark started to put the ring in the desk draw, where it would be safe until he got hold of Chloe, but then thought: "Wouldn't it be fun to wear it for awhile. It would be just as safe. With, a shrug, he slid the ring onto his finger. Again, there was a feeling of displacement, but much stronger this time. For, a split second he had a sort of red haze across his vision and then it cleared. He started to wonder what had just happened and then decided it just wasn't worth bothering with. Didn't he have an English class in five minutes? Clark put his feet up. He reckoned he spoke English quite well. He spun his swivel chair so that he could look out the window. It was a gorgeous day and the weatherman said it was going to be a scorcher. It had gotten quite hot in the office while he worked. He just hadn't noticed until now. The plaid flannel didn't help either and he stripped off the dorky looking shirt and tossed it into the trash on the way out. What had he been thinking when he'd put that on? This left him in jeans and a black t-shirt. School was such a drag, but it did have an Olympic size swimming pool. He perked up his super-hearing to check that there wasn't a class in progress. Getting caught would put a real dampener on the rest of his day. When he got the all clear he slipped into the pool area locker room. He had just pulled off his boots when he heard a splash coming from the pool. Whoever it was they were on their own, so Clark wasn't too alarmed. He stripped down to his boxers and grabbed a towel. He just reached the top of the stairs leading up to the pool as a very familiar face popped up from the edge of the pool. This was definitely not who he had thought would share his need to play hookie. Lana pulled herself up the ladder out of the pool supplying another, and Clark thought much better surprise. Lana was not wearing the modest one-piece swimsuit she always did. In fact, she wasn't wearing a swimsuit at all. She was in her underwear and the burgundy, lace bra and panties clung to her like a second skin. Clark casually looked her up and down and felt his dick harden at the thought of all that smooth, soft, wet skin and enticing curves. He considered switching to x-ray vision for a better peek, but somehow the little that was hidden seemed sexier. Clark smiled as he noticed points develop at the front of her bra, which could only be her nipples.

He expected her to make some attempt to cover herself when she noticed him, but instead he could swear there was an extra little sway to her hips as she sauntered over to him. He wasn't complaining, but he did reach down and adjust his hard-on to make it more comfortable. He watched her eyes flick down as he did and his smile grew bigger. "Like what you see?" he asked her. "Well, I know you do." she replied archly. She stepped up close to him and put a finger on his chest. "Not like you'd do anything about it. Not the great guarded and secretive Clark Kent. Oh no." she said and prodded him with her finger. Clark watched her with amusement trying to keep his eyes on her face but being distracted by the beads of water slowly sliding down between her breasts. She made to push past him and he let her think she was, for a moment before he stopped and she pressed into his unmoving chest. Clark reached up took hold of her hair and, none to gently pulled her head back. He liked the way the wet lace felt as it scraped across his skin as she struggled for a second. He knew Lana and when she stopped struggling he blocked the knee she aimed at his crotch with his thigh. He yanked harder on her hair getting a grunt from her this time. He wrapped his other arm around her lower back holding her wriggling form hard against him. He locked his blue eyes on her grey and green flecked ones. "What would you like me to do about it, Lana?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer as his lips dived down to capture hers like some raptor plummeting on it's prey. Her lips tasted of strawberry and chlorine and he devoured them hungrily. He expected her to fight, maybe even bite. He certainly didn't expect her tongue to snake out and tap his teeth for admittance, which he granted. Her tongue fenced with his and her hands, which had been clutching at his arms, wound their way into his hair. He let go of her hair and his hold around her waist and cupped each of her ass cheeks in either hand. Her crotch and breasts were cold spots from the wet, lacey material that covered them, but Clark could feel pulses of heat blossoming as she pressed herself into him. He let her break the kiss a few moments after he sensed that breathing might becoming an issue for the lithe, petite and dark haired girl.

He watched her lick kiss swollen lower lip and he got a pretty good idea of what else he wanted her to lick. "Well, that will do for a start." she told him in a husky voice. He felt her foot rub up and down his calf. He squeezed her ass in response. "Why Clark, I never thought you had it in you." she said with a playful smile. He looked down at her. "Lana, very soon it's gonna be in you." he told her with a leering grin. Lana locked her hands behind his neck, threw her head back and laughed. "Promise?" she asked. "You bet your sweet ass." he told her, taking a firm hold on her ass he lifted her off her feet. Her legs snaked around his waist and he turned around and carried her back down into the locker room.

His lips found the side of her neck and then he let his tongue slide into the hollow at the base of her throat. She murmured his name and he wondered if she felt his lips smile against her smooth skin. Clark felt a hunger that was not satisfied with just a taste of her skin. He sucked and nipped lower on her skin as he lowered her onto the bench that ran down the middle of the locker room. She unhooked her legs, letting them settle to the floor. He knelt before her between them. Her hands once again found their way into his hair, encouraging his downward journey. He lapped at the droplets that had collected in the lush valley of her cleavage. He looked up to find she had raised her head and was looking down at him. He grinned, reached forward, took hold of the centre of her bra and with a jerk tore the lace undergarment from her body. The sound of ripping lace and her gasp of surprise was loud in the silence of the empty locker room. Clark felt himself throb at the sight of the firm, creamy mounds he had exposed. Her rosy nipples were hard and stood up like cherries on the most delicious Sunday Clark had ever seen, and he treated them as such. He loved how wide her eyes had gotten. He loved it even more as they fluttered closed behind long, dark lashes as he sucked the flesh of her left breast into his mouth. He circled her slightly raised areola in a tight spiral with his tongue, before flicking the nipple back and forth several times. Her left shoulder lifted pushing her breast further into his mouth.

Her back arched as he repeated the process on her right breast. He felt her stomach shudder as she arched up against him. He felt her hands skitter down his back, her fingernails drawing spidery little patterns down his spine. He shifted into a crouching position as her hands snaked into the waistband of his boxers until they hooked on her thumbs and she began to push them off. He helped her by shifting forward. He nipped at the nipple in his mouth as she dug her nails into his buttocks and they both let out little hisses of pleasured pain. His dick, in it's engorged state, got stuck in his boxers, but after a slight struggle, Lana managed to free it and the garment slid to his ankles. He kicked them away. He took a deep breath as Lana's small hand wrapped around his pulsing member. She ran it lightly up it's length and he could feel it down to his toes and he let his breath out slowly.

"Why don't you stand up, Clark? I'd like to get a closer look at this." Lana said in a honey-sweet voice as she stroked him again. Clark seemed to hear her as if from along way away, but his body responded immediately. He watched as she pulled herself into a sitting position by taking a firm grip on his ass with the hand not holding his manhood. Lana had seen maybe half a porno in her young life, but she knew what it was she wanted to do. Clark watched as she cast her eyes up at him, extended her tongue, and then with a strangely coquettish bat of her eyelids, she ran it up the length of his shaft from base to tip. She paused at the tip of his cock and with the lightest flick collected the drop of clear liquid that had formed there. Clark stiffened as if he had stuck a finger in a live wall socket. The sensation of her tongue along the length of him had been mind-boggling, but to see her actually taste his essence was beyond believe. His reaction seemed to please her because she had a wide smile on her face. Then her lips wrapped around the head and with a groan he closed his eyes. Her lips drew him into the warm wetness of her mouth. She didn't take too much in beyond his head. But, Clark couldn't fault her. It was the most amazing thing he'd felt since her breasts. Her petite, little hands wrapped around him to cover what her mouth couldn't. Her tongue drew mysterious patterns along and around his bulbous head causing him to pant. She let his head pop form her mouth, sucking to the last with delicious friction. Clark's eyes widened as he saw her tongue was still connected to him by a stringy mixture of saliva and pre-cum. He watched her move forward collecting it on her tongue and then again with a flick she scooped the lot into her mouth. He swore he saw her smack her lips. "Jeeesus. Where had this Lana been all his life and why the hell hadn't they done this sooner." He thought through the haze of lust and sensations. His hands wound into the long, dark, luxurious tresses of her hair and he guided her lips back to his aching manhood. She took him in a little deeper this time. Whether it was because of his hands at her head or growing confidence he did not know or care. It felt divine. What she lacked in technique she more than made up for with enthusiasm as her hands began to jack him as she sucked and licked at him with only a very occasional scrape from her teeth. His hips thrust lightly in time with her efforts. Clark was in heaven and soon found himself having to take deep breaths as he felt himself grow closer and closer to completion. When one of her hands found his balls and gently massaged them he nearly lost it.

"S-s-s-stoppp!" he stammered finding the will from somewhere to push her off his aching and saliva soaked prick. Dragging her lips off him was nearly his undoing, but he managed to keep it together. Clark could smell her, a mixture of sex and lavender. She lounged back on her elbows looking at her handy work with a smug look of satisfaction on her face. Her chest was flushed and her nipples pointed upward in hard nubs of invitation. He looked down at her, clenching his jaw in an attempt o regain control. Her expression irked him ever so slightly, but he knew what would change it. She was still wearing her French cut panties. They were mostly dry now, except for the obviously damp patch at her crotch. His eyes narrowed and with a strength, she might have questioned at any other time, he ripped the lace garment and tossed it to join it's ruined mate as he knelt. She let out a surprised squeak at his action, followed by a grunt as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bench and her back hit it's wooden surface. She tried to lift her head to see what he was up to and then with a surprised "OH!" let her head fall back.

He did exactly what she had done to him. He ran his tongue up the length of her slit, gathering up her nectar as he went. He paused at the hood at the top of her slit and he lapped once or twice before swallowing her velvet cream. He felt her body quiver each time he touched her there and he knew he'd be doing that again. Her nether lips were puffy pink. She had a small triangular patch of well-trimmed dark pubes, but the lips themselves were bare. He positioned her legs, laying one across his shoulder and pushing the other further to the side. Her sex opened to him and he used his fingers to open her even further. The taste of her had only wetted his appetite. His tongue dug much deeper this time, aided by her back arching in a tight bow, pushing herself onto his mouth. He could hear her panting by the time he reached the top of her slit. His tongue found the tight little bundle of nerves that was her clit now protruding from it's hood. He flicked it gently, but rapidly, causing her hips to buck. She began making sounds deep in her throat as he continued to lash her clit with his tongue. He could just barely see that her eyes were tightly shut and his penis gave a twitch as her hands came up and began to maul her own breasts. He wrapped his lips around her hood and clit and sucked hard making her gasps and her heel to slam into his back. He relaxed the pressure slightly, but twirled his tongue, round and round her pleasure pearl. "Fuckkkkk, yes!" she cried out. He was stunned into inactivity to hear that would come out of her mouth, but was soon back in action at her mewling request: "No No Nooo, don't stop... Don't." and her nails digging into his scalp. "Yes...Yes...Yes!!" she panted bucking into his hungry mouth. His hand inched it's way along the smooth skin of her belly, along the ladder of her ribcage and finally found her unattended breast, which he proceeded to massage. He alternated between long, lazy laps along the length of her flooding slit and thorough, frenzied attacks on her clit. One, was greeted by fingers running through his hair and heavy breathing, the other, by the scrabble of fingernails on his scalp and encouraging cries. He found her nipple with his thumb and flicked it back and forth before taking it between thumb and forefinger and twisting it slightly, making her gasp, again. He was beginning to like the way she gasped. The next time his lips latched on to her sweet spot he slid a finger into her depths. She conformed to him, holding his digit firmly in place, making him work to side it out. He repeated the process again and again. Her encouragements became louder, but he didn't care who heard them as he was totally centred on eating her out and finger fucking her. She was panting now. Her words were carried on hot puffs of air: "Yes... There... Harder... Yes... Oh... So... Close... Yes... All... Most." Her back was arching and muscles trembled out of control. Clark was surrounded by her, the sight, the sound, the smell and taste of her were all around him and suddenly he pulled back. Lana let out an anguished and disappointed cry of "NO!"

He rose to his feet and Lana could see him again. Any other protests died on her lips at the look of him. His tall, lean and muscular form, was silhouetted by the doorway leading to the pool, but it was his eyes that told her everything she needed to know. There was fire in their deep blue depths that said that he was not done with her yet, nowhere near done. He let his gaze meander over her lithe form again. She lay before him, casually open to his gaze as she move her hands over her head. "I made you a promise earlier, Lana, and it's one promise I intend to keep." he told her before grasped his engorged member. "To paraphrase: You bet your sweet ass you will." Lana replied as she moved her legs further apart. He crouched slightly guiding the head of his cock between the drenched folds of her sex. He rubbed it up and down adding a little more pressure each time until it seated itself in her opening. He watched her eyes flash wider as the simple act of breathing caused him to enter her slightly. He bent over her, taking firm hold of the edge of the bench on either side of her, just under her arms. With, his arms supporting his weight he bent down and kissed her, but as her mouth opened, he pulled back, nipping at her lower lip and pulling it along with him before letting go. They stared at each other as if searching for some signal and for Clark it was when she closed her eyes. His hips moved of their own accord and he slid forward into her. She was wet and open, but virgin muscles fought him every step of the way. She wrapped around him like a molten, wet, velvet glove. He could feel her stretch and then contract around him. He was waiting for the barrier of her virginity to halt his progress, but it never came. They both let out hissing breaths as he continued to fill her. Her hands had a firm, biting grip on his upper arms and she threw her head back as he filled her completely and they were one. She had managed to lock her legs limply around his thighs. He felt her adjusting around him. He could feel her breath around the length of him. He should let her get used to him, but he wanted to move, to thrust, to feel the exquisite fiction of her fresh against his so he did. He pulled back, just holding himself inside her and she groaned. With, a heavy exhalation he drove himself back in. It was exquisite and he began to thrust in strong. long and steady strokes. They were both breathing heavily. Her hips bucked to draw him in deeper and relaxed to make his strokes longer. She had her lower lip caught behind her teeth drawing heavy breaths through her nose. Her eyes seemed to alternate between wide open and fluttering closed and Clark drank in every reaction as he fucked his childhood sweetheart. Each thrust echoed through her as her breasts shook with the impact of their meeting. He could have been gently, and soft, but he didn't want to and something told him that it wasn't what she wanted either. They pounded away at each other. They made a rhythmic, wet, slapping sound reverberate around the still confines of the locker as they clawed their way to completion. Her taut belly fluttered against his as inner muscles quaked and nerves started to misfire with sensory overload. Clark felt as if his dick was on fire. The friction of each thrust adding to the heat. He felt his balls begin to boil and his thrust became harder, but more erratic. Lana was crying out wordlessly beneath him and then he felt her begin to shudder. Their sweat-slick bodies writhed together as he literally climbed into her using his hips as well as his legs to drive himself into her depths. She was rippling around him, squeezing him, milking him and he let himself go. Everything seemed to rush out of him, air, sound and seed, as he came inside her. His back arched and twitched with every spurt of spunk he blasted into her. His arms trembled as the spurts finally began to subside, but the rippling, molten flesh around him urged the last few drops his essence into her.

He could feel her heartbeat pulsing rapidly in the flesh that held him firmly inside her. It was only when the tight bow of her back relaxed the her sex, grudgingly, began to relinquish it's hold on him. He let some of his weight settle on her and with a kiss to her right nipple lay his head on her chest. He listened to her heart rate slow even as he felt his penis soften inside her. Clark pulled out of her with a slick plop and he felt their combined juices flowing out of her. His legs were a little unsteady, but he managed to stand. Lana stretched like some tawny, lithe jungle cat. She was sweaty and sex bedraggles, but the site of her still made his prick twitch. She lay back and let out a care free laugh. "Now why haven't I done that before?" she asked no one in particular, but with Clark being the only one in the room he felt obliged to answer. "I thought you had. I sure didn't pop a cherry." he told her as he put his boxers back on. "Awwwww. Sorry Clarkie.", she told him with a mock sincere expression on her face before laughing. " Horse riding got there before you, oh, about eight years ago. But, I will give you props, Clark. For a first time you sure rocked my world." And again she laughed. She had rolled onto her side totally unconcerned with her nudity. Clark definitely didn't mind the scenery as he took his clothes out of his locker and started to dress.

He watched as she reached between her legs and swiped some of their combined juices off the inside of her thigh. Clark stopped with his pants half up one leg as his dick came back to life as she seemed to examine it and then she casually licked it off her finger with a grin. "Who would believe Little Miss Lana Lang could be that nasty." he said walking over to her, but before she could say a thing he took a handful of hair and dragged her lips to his. The kiss was hard and probing and he could taste their juices on her lips and in her mouth. She moaned into his mouth and he felt her hand caress his slowly hardening cock through his boxers. He would have gladly liked to go another round with Lana, but they were pushing their luck in terms of not getting caught as it were. He broke the kiss roughly and she bit his lower lip as a reward. "Who would have thought Clark Farm boy Kent had a pair and what's more, knew how to use them." She said settling back down. "The whole school will know if you don't move your ass, soon. We were kinda loud." he told her picking up the towel he had disguarded earlier and tossed it to her. He dressed quickly after that as she cleaned herself up. He was fully clothed by the time she tossed the towel she used to clean herself up with and wrapped herself in another. The girls locker room was on the other side of the pool along with Lana's clothes. She picked up her ruined undergarments and looked at then ruefully and then walked to the stairs leading to the pool. "We really should do this again and you owe me some new underwear." she told him holding up the torn bits of burgundy lace. "Sure and whatever." he said with a casual and dismissive wave. Nice ring, Kent. Why don't you give it to me and we'll call it even for the La Perle. It will also be a nice little reminder of today. Never know when a girl might have an itch she might need scratched. What do ya say?" she asked. He had turned his back to tie his shoelaces and turned to tell Lana what she could do with her offer. He turned to find that Lana had simply opened her towel and her charms were on full displace against a soft white terry background as she casually leaned against the doorframe. Clark swallowed as a hundred thoughts each more perverse than the next ran through his mind as to what he would like to do to and with that body. "Hey what is a ring compared to another shot at that." he thought with an internal shrug. He slipped the ring off and tossed it to her. He immediately felt weak and stumbled back against the locker.

He never saw Lana leave or what she said as the last hour or so crashed in on him. He would never know how she called him a sucker a carelessly tossed the ring into the pool where it would be sucked into the lead piping of the pools filtration system. He didn't know how long he was in that half daze, but he finally managed to clear his head. He was in shock. "He'd had sex with Lana. No. They'd fucked and she'd been into it, big time. That wasn't like Lana. Christ, they hadn't used protection. He had to find her. Try to make sense of all this." he thought fighting the growing panic. He rushed to the Girls locker room. She wasn't there, but in the corner lay the shredded burgundy, lace underwear he had torn from her body, and proof that what had happened wasn't some hormone-induced fantasy.

Epilogue
Clark went in search of Chloe in holes that she could help him locate Lana and finds out everything about the Nicodemus flower. He saves Lana from a swan dive off a windmill and gets her to the hospital and she gets the antidote. Thankfully she doesn't remember anything and luckily when the Nicodemus flower removes ones inhibitions it also freezes ones ability to reproduce. So, beside some guilt and some serious masturbatory material on Clark's part, no Harm no foul.

NOTE: Unprotected sex is dangerous and reckless. Be safe use condoms.